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hd pon video free x videos HUNG squirt edition She ought to have knocked or atleast, cleared her throat. She glided down the stairs as silently as she could carrying with her the tea she had brought for him. The upstairs was his lair and his preserve. She came down to the kitchen and Deepa asked her,

“Why didn’t you give him the chai?” “He was in the bathroom,” whispered Sunita and stared out of the window. Aunty had died a few months ago after a protracted illness and Sunita had come to spend time with her close friend Deepa and console father and daughter.

Deepa was now quite reconciled but clearly her father had more problems than he could discuss with anyone. She shivered involuntarily at the thought of the cock she had seen him wield and lust raged through her body when she thought of how different it looked

from what she had seen and experienced of her own husband Kunal. And then she remembered the school girl stories Deepa and she had exchanged years earlier when Deepa told her of the raucous noises from her parents room all those years ago. hd pon video free x videos HUNG squirt edition

Deepa had got up in the middle of the night to get some water and she had heard loud moaning noises and some slapping sounds. When she peeked through the door which was ajar she had seen her mother sitting astride her father.

Uncle had been slapping Auntie’s sumptuous ass. Her saree had been pulled aside in the typical fashion that Indian’s make love: not quite undressing but pulling aside clothes and raising skirts to accommodate the male.

Her breasts were squeezed out under her blouse and bra and Uncle had been nipping at the flesh. Auntie was screaming, “Yes! “Bite me! Maul me! Take me! Amaar ke diye!” Begging to be fucked harder and harder.